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... uth never declines. Force and violence may be effective in the short term, but in the long run it’s truth that prevails.

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Despite my anger at my choice in the matter being removed. I was struggling to think of any lie or omission that would not sound as equally strange as the actual truth. They say truth is stranger than fiction but in my case, I couldn’t think of anything saner than the strange truth that was my reality. Resigned to my fate and compelled by a skill, my ...

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